0 comments/ 2796 views/ 2 favorites Towburn College Womens' Choir By: OzmanA JENNY MYLOW As a member of a college student choir I'd volunteered for a carolling gig for disadvantaged kids with the rest of the team. A corporate sponsor had provided us with gold pixie costumes to double as Santa's helpers for the marshalling of the little ones for the distribution of gifts. Members of a male choir with which we sometimes shared a performance, were also provided with red and green elf costumes, looking distinctly uncomfortable at being seen in satiny tunics and tights, in addition to pompom caps and soft boots with pointy, upturned toes. Our outfits were handed out at our last rehearsal session and, with my flatmate Jesse having all ready left for home over the vacation period, I thought I'd see how it fitted. It was somewhat briefer than I'd imagined, leaving no doubt in any onlooker's mind as to the colour of my undergarments, even with my wearing tights. There was an inner pocket in which I discovered what appeared to be a kingsized spliff, not quite of Havana cigar dimensions, but lasting me for the night if I didn't smoke it all at once. Inscribed in tiny script along the length of the paper was a message which said that it would help me to become a real elf, uninhibited and ready for sex, to find the hidden me and release it. I wasn't sure what it all meant. Was it a practical joke by someone who knew me and thought I was a bit restrained? Was it placed randomly. Did other girls get one? What would it do to me? I got a glass of wine and thought about it and, after a second drink, thought that no one would ever know and lit up to toke long and deep. "Oh my God!" I gasped, it was beautiful. I had smoked dope at parties in the past, but that was a totally new experience. I had another and another and, to paraphrase Lord Buckley, I felt love, total love for everything in creation, animate, inanimate, it didn't matter as I was high and more horny than I could ever remember being before. WhatI needed, I realized, was shagging. Not gentle love-making, but a hot and vigourous fucking. That's when I noticed that I wasn't alone. Someone had given Jesse a packet of seven male elves as decorations for our christmas tree, but she'd just lined them up on the bookshelf to stare sightlessly at our humdrum life. Suddenly they were no longer ten centimetre ornaments, but living, breathing, metre-tall beings in the form of not entirely unattractive men in their forties. I felt panic and embarrassment at having been seen masturbating by them, wondering what I should do next, although I was quickly relieved of that decision as they all undressed to reveal muscular, bronze coloured bodies and uniformly erect penises of a size I thought was the stuff of male mythology. They were huge. They'd damage me, I was certain, but then realized that what was occuring here wasn't reality, it was the weed and wine that had caused me to doze and I should just allow whatever was going to happen to happen and enjoy my dream. I only hoped I would remember it after waking in the morning. Although I had masturbated over being double-penetrated by two guys on a few occasions, I found the prospect of a full-on, gang bang orgy, even in a dream, a little daunting. Being of a naturally reserved and shy personality, I'd never even considered flaunting myself in a slutty manner or taking the lead in love-making. The other matter which made me feel slightly disorientated was that only half the flat seemed to be around me, the bookshelf and TV on the wall having disappeared and an arcadian scene of greenery taken its place. They crowded around me, two standing on the coffee table, to grope every part of my body as I was undressed, except for my pixie cap and my gold pixie boots with the up-curled toes. Their lascivious chatter made their intentions toward me clear; words like nice big tits, nice body, suck, cock, arse, baby cunt and fucked predominating over those used in polite conversation. I knew what they all meant, but I hadn't heard them spoken so blatantly about me as a sexual object, within my hearing before. It felt funny, so why not go with the flow, now being unbelievably randy with my love-juices oozing down my inner thighs. I had been a good girl for too long, it was time to break out and explore a side of my nature that I'd repressed, so that having the opportunity to do it in secret, I'd be silly to pass it up. I feigned reluctance as two of them dragged me by my arms to kneel on the sofa where my face was confronted by a huge penis that sought entrance to my mouth. I opened it to stretch my lips around its considerable girth and rather inexpertly sucked and tongued the shiny, copper-hued knob. Oh my God, the little fellow at my rear end had parted my vulvar lips with his long tongue, tittilated my clitoris before he thrust it inside my vagina and wiggled it about deep within me. Oh my God, I couldn't believe I would ever experience a sensation like that, so intimate, so erotically thrilling. Another slid beneath me and, rubbing his knob around my clitoris to moisten it in my love-juice, caused me to lower my wet love pouch down over a hot, hard, pulsing penis. It felt absolutely wonderful to be engaging in unbridled sex without worrying about any consequences in my day-to-day world. I began to whoop it up in a way I'd never done before, his sex organ sliding vigourously in my sheath as I rode him shamelessly disporting myself in a naked display of sexual abandonment. I had a mouth on each nipple, sucking and nibbling, and a long, busy tongue rimming my fundamental orifice. He stood behind me and I sensed his warm knob press against my anus, oh dear, oh shit, it popped inside me before more and more was forced through my stretching rosebud. Then I had two big dicks, and I do mean BIG, sliding rhythmically in and out of my lower body and one in my mouth. I was unable to contain my emotions due to sensual overload so when the three inside me gushed warm semen into the deepest regions of my being I came in an explosion of erotic bliss. My grip on reality left me almost entirely as things became warm, fuzzy and blurry as my tiny lovers rotated in using my body's various orifices, cumming in me and on me several times each. My whole naked form was literally dripping with thick, creamy, cooling cum and I collapsed in a pleasantly warm, dreamy delerium. I was completely fucked, in the more positive senses of that word. I have only a hazy recollection of staggering to my shower on soft, jelly legs, using the walls to keep me upright, bathing and literally falling into bed. When I woke I felt good about my strange dream, but on touching my twat it stung with chafe and my whole crotch seemed to glow and tingle hotly, causing me to wonder if it was a dream or that I'd been a bit overly enthusiastic with my vibrator, although I never use it anally. When I got to the sitting room and found the couch and the floor immediately in front still slippery with half-dried seminal fluid, I began to have some concern for my sanity. It wasn't until later in the day that, on picking up my pixie tunic from the floor behind the sofa, I found a replacement spliff inside a pocket in the garment and the butt in the ash tray that I realized my fantastic dream wasn't quite a fantasy, but something more disturbing, a different reality. However, on remembering a bit more of the evening's events over the next several days I became more relaxed about my experience and accepted that's what it was, looking forward to doing it again, perhaps with Jesse. I went home for a family Christmas reunion, but found myself restless and a bit sexually frustrated, although my natural reserve stopped me from going out for a pickup. Besides, it would quickly become common knowledge in my town and my parents would hear about my immoral activity. I was glad to eventually get back to what felt like my more normal life as a conscientious college student. * CYNTHIA GORDON Julia and I returned from choir rehearsals with the gold pixie costumes a coporate sponsor had provided us for the charitable Christmas performance. After taking a refreshing hot shower we tried on our outfits, both making a similar discovery at the same time, a fat marijuana cigarette in an inside pocket of the short tunic. "Look what I found!" "Me too." Neither of us had ever smoked dope before, but after a couple of sherries we were loose enough to give it a try. "Oh, jeez, that's awesome," cried Julia after a long, deep toke, fighting the urge to cough with a splutter. "Yeah," I agreed, "I should have tried this before." I guess we must have dozed off at that stage as I can remember us talking to Santa and three of his elves who'd suddenly appeared in our living room, so obviously I was dreaming. It was a very silly and somewhat risque chat. "Aren't you a bit early, Santa?" Julia asked of the white-bearded old bloke in the red and white suit. "It's still a week 'til Christmas." "It's a special trip for the really good girls," he chuckled. "It's been reported that you ladies have been almost too good, monastic even, so we've come to bring you both a special present to enjoy." "Oooooh, goody gumdrops!" Julia squealed in a little kid's voice. "What is it?" With that Santa dropped his trousers to reveal he didn't wear under-things and that he was hung like a horse. "My-oh-my, Santa," I gasped. "What a big dick you have!" "All the better to pleasure with, my dear," he laughed lightly, "and then there's these." Julia shrieked with hysterical laughter at this, her normal, reserved persona having been discarded in this fantastic, make-believe situation, embracing our shared hallucination wholeheartedly. The "little" helpers were fully grown men who were hung like Santa, their erect pricks at least as long and thick as my forearm. Having never had anything bigger than a standard vibrator in my love pouch I was a little alarmed at what we'd been presented with, but decided that it would be some sort of achievement to accommodate any one of them. It wouldn't affect my wait for Mr Right to merely imagine doing it in a doped-up dream. "My little helpers have come along to ensure that you have a completely fulfilling experience." "Full and filling being the operative words," sniggered Julia while staring open-mouthed at the displayed sexual appendages. "Haven't they been required to be registered as leathal weapons?" We giggled insanely at this before Jules brazenly grasped Santa's member. "Look, I can't even close my fingers around this thing," she demonstrated to me. "Can you imagine what something like this could do to to our pussies if inserted forcefully." "I have something that will ease the way, my dear," grinned Santa. "Try a sip of this." He held an ornate bottle up, pouring us a nip each. It tasted delicious, a liqueur with a non-specific fruit flavour and an anise aftertaste, but it was the feeling of tranquility it imparted that was so wonderful. It made me feel that nothing was beyond me that evening, my inhibitions had all but evaporated and I was feeling the need for physical intimacy, male or female it didn't matter, in a completely unromantic way. I wanted sex, but my experience was so limited that I wasn't sure as to what I should do to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Mind you, I needn't have worried as Julia had stripped-off her tunic and thong and sat back on the couch, legs apart to display her trimmed pussy to all who chose to see her charms. One of the elves, now naked too, knelt between her thighs and put his mouth to her vulva in a deep tongue kiss, making her jerk and thrill with erotic pleasure. I stood to shed my jacket and thong to pose nude, save for my pixie boots and cap, for Santa and his gleaming-eyed offsiders who were all now naked and stroking their solid, stiff dicks. Following Julia's lead I sat back to open my legs and display my well-trimmed pubic triangle and shaven vulva to their sex-hungry gaze. Santa stepped forward to assume the same position as his elf had with my friend and I'm sure I could feel the tip of his tongue somewhere up behind my navel before he withdrew it to my vulvar cleft to circle and press my clitty. He sucked and pulled at it with his lips until I was on the verge of climax. "Ooooh, GodI I'm coming!" I gurgled and he desisted. "Well we wouldn't want that to happen too early would we?" he chuckled, rising to his knees to lean forwward and kiss me deeply. "Is that how my pussy tastes," I thought inanely. He sucked my nipples and bellybutton before I felt his huge love wand pressing at my oozing sex slit for entrance, its full length sliding inside me more easily than I could have imagined. One henchman moved behind and proffered his swollen member to my face before I strained to take his big pink knob between my hugely stretched lips. "Oooh Santa," I cooed when my mouth became momentarily vacant, "this is the best Christmas ever." "And there's more to come," he laughed in his very jolly, Santa way, with emphasis on the last word which gained much more significance as the evening wore on. He began pumping his hefty hips to my exposed crotch, being much more muscular than the suit and the popular image would have us believe, but he'd have to be when one considers his year-long efforts leading up to that one night every year. It felt wonderful to freely enjoy a recreational shagging without having to consider your partner's feelings, just getting right into it and letting it all hang out, but hoping that I'd have the memory to savour in the morning. Beside me, Julie's cries of passion became suddenly louder due to an unexpected change of circumstance. She'd knelt astride one elf's lap, enjoying his sliding cock in her juicy cunt, when the other leaned over her back, hands on the back of the sofa and began pushing his swollen knob into her virginal anus. "Oooooh God! Ooooh sweet Jesus!" she shrieked as it popped inside her stretching rear orifice. "You've split me open!" "No, no, my dear," Santa reassured her. "Nothing bad can happen to you after sipping the magic elixir of pleasure. Just let it happen, you'll love it, I promise." She looked doubtful for a moment, but as her two ravishers got their obviously well-practiced act together, she clearly found his assurances completely valid and became oblivious to all but the physical sensations she was experiencing. I too quickly discovered what she was feeling as the elf with his nasty bit in my mouth withdrew it and came around the sofa as Santa lifted me, still within me, and sat with me astraddle his hips as the other pressed his broad knob to my untried anus. "Ooooh my God!" I inhaled deeply in a gasp of surprise at the intrusive, but barely painful sensation of intromission. "Oooooh fuck!" Having never used that word in my life before it felt odd to hear myself say it, although it seemed quite appropriate in that circumstance. Jules and I were demonstrating that we weren't "almost too good" and that we could be a bit naughty when the occasion demanded it. Julia was in a state of delirious sensual overload as the guys thrust their hips hard at her quivering lower body in a sexual frenzy to achieve orgasmic release. She was writhing and gasping and moaning while they whooped and chuckled with the joy of unrestrained sexual effort. Then, with a long cry of bliss, she arched her back and convulsed with pleasure as the blokes thrust their organs deep into her to gush warm semen within. Their constant attention to every sensitive part of my body soon had me in a similarly, joyfully abandoned state to my flatmate, straining to find release to the overwhelmingly sensual experience I was undergoing. Eventually, like Jules, I could contain my desperation no longer and succumbed to the most ecstatic coital climax of my life up until then, perhaps ever. Sandwiched between two sweaty, male bodies was delicious as my senses cooled and the joyful spasms abated, wishing the moment wouldn't end. However, nothing good lasts forever and, after another tot of Santa's elixir and a smoke, I again found myself between two thrusting masculine bodies on the floor, both my lower body portals stretched around large penises. This time it was Julia's erstwhile sex partners, but matters became a bit vague about then although I'm sure the second orgasm was somewhat less spectacular than the first. When I awoke I was surprised to find myself in my bed, but with Jules as naked as I beside me. I could tell that I'd showered, but had no memory of it or of getting into bed. It was something of a shock to find the liquid mess in our sitting room and later the phone videos of ourselves engaged in lesbian sex with each other, both in the shower and in bed, our unrestrained sixty-nine obviously the source of enormous enjoyment to us both. It took almost a week before we were able to look each other in the eye without blushing or to discuss it, but eventually decided to keep it secret and to explore it further on discovering that we still had two joints. * RUTH TAIT Grace and I went back to mine to try on our costumes and discovered there were what appeared to be canabis cigarettes hidden in secret pockets inside our pixie tunics. We quickly disposed of them in the outside wheelie bins, fearful of our good names being sullied if it became known that we'd ever had something like that in our posession. We were good, practicing christian women whose reputations and rectitude were essential to who we were. On returning from dress rehearsal we found that some joker had replaced the marijuana joints inside our costumes and we tried to figure who it might have been, but nothing came to mind. Grace was running it back and forth under her nose to savour its aroma which was, I found when I copied her, quite attractive. "What do you think it does to you when you smoke it?" she asked. "I've no idea, but I've read that it relaxes you and seems to heighten perception. Some religious groups use it in ritual, as well as musicians," I replied, airing my almost total lack of knowledge of the subject. "You know what," giggled Grace, so unlike her, "lets be a bit daring and have that bottle of bubbly I won. Nobody will know we broke the pledge. It's almost Christmas after all." A year before she'd won a bottle of rose and, being wholly teetotal, it had sat in the fridge since. I'd never drunk anything stronger than ginger beer, but as we were on our own with no possibility of being found out, perhaps we could discover what others found so attractive about alcoholic beverages. It tasted odd at first, but after two or three more sips I found it quite more-ish and, within about two hours we'd emptied the bottle and were giggling foolishly at just about anything which came to mind. "Shall we try a spliff? I feel daring," Grace giggled once more. She took the gas stove-lighter from the kitchen and got the smoke lit, drawing in a mouthful and trying to inhale in a deep, single intake in the approved manner, but collapsing to the carpet in an uncontrolable coughing fit. "Here, you try," she ordered, passing me the joint. I cautiously drew a modest amount of smoke and carefully sucked it down my throat, fighting the urge to cough, then felt pleasantly at peace with the world. After another toke I felt happier than I could ever remember having been before. After a couple more drags, Grace was up floating with me. "What's happened to your diorama, Ruthie?" she laughed. "Or have I had too much of a good thing and I'm hallucinating. I didn't see the Magi move, did I?" But she did, and so did I. We suddenly found ourselves in the company of three bearded men in embroidered silk robes, all looking to be straight out of ancient Persia. They were the figures off my little tableaux, made for my Sunday school kids. Towburn College Womens' Choir "I'm glad they left their camels outside," skrieked Grace hysterically who was, like me, sure that we were in a canabis induced delusion and laughing helplessly at the ludicrous situation that had developed in our minds. I was watching the star they'd been following, moving ever so slowly across the sky like a comet, but not at all sure as to why I could see it through the wall and ceiling of our sitting room which, in retrospect, probably weren't there then. The three guys stepped forward with gifts wrapped in colourful Christmas paper and shiny ribbon, offering them to us with both hands. I opened the first to find a huge, soft, penis shaped, double-ended dildo in bright pink. We found this screamingly funny as we'd never used anything like that before while the guy indicated that we might like to try it. He didn't speak so I suppose he must have communicated telepathically, our ancient Persian language skills being non-existant, so they'd have had major difficulty in conveying anything to us in any other way, and vice versa. The guy who seemed to be their mouthpiece gestured with both hands and suddenly we were both naked and desperately trying to cover our private parts with hands and forearms. He waved his hands about again and instantly the three men were likewise nude, huge flaccid masculine appendages hung from their crotches, making we girls a little more relaxed over our unclad state. We leaned back away from each other to press the knob ends of the dildo to the slit between our vulvar labia, unconcerned at our virginal status being lost, and drew them inward to penetrate our hitherto most secret parts. "Oooooh gawd!" sighed Grace blasphemously. "Ooooooh dear, dear gawd!" She was driving it in and out of her thickly black-furred pussy in desperation until Melchior, his name came to me telepathically I guess, stepped close to me and brushed my cheek with his then semi-erect member. I had a strong need to kiss it, then take the large, plum-shaped head between my widely stretched lips to tongue and suck it. His penis was nearly thirty centimetres in length and about seven in diameter, enormous in terms of what I'd read about the standard male sex organ. He wanted me to take more into my mouth, but I gagged and he desisted. Grace was sucking Caspar's dick and Balthasar was on his knees, his head between her widely spread thighs, orally stimulating her hairy twat. She suddenly cried out in her excitement as her body stiffened in climax and shook with repeated spasms of sensual joy. Melchior came around to kneel and to apply his mouth to my vulva, teasing my clitoris initially, then inserting what seemed to be a very long tongue deep into my oozing vagina. I hoped that he wasn't put off by my rather bristly pubic region as I hadn't shaved for almost a week. "Oooooh dear, oooooh dear me!" I gasped, unable to control my senses, "ooooooh gawd!" He reached up to massage my small, pale boobs, pinch and twiddle my pink nipples as he ate me and, as unused to any sexual activity as my friend, I came in a huge eruption of pure sensual joy. I needed to rest to calm my senses, but he straightened to shove his whole cock deep inside me, his way eased by my copiously welling love-juices, skilfully thrusting with varied cadence to heighten my pleasure to an almost unbearable level. His hip-thrusting increased in frequency, his belly pounding loudly against my wet crotch and thighs, until he groaned emotionally, drove his organ deep inside me and gushed warmly into my womb as he went rigid in climax. When the spasms of bliss abated and his cock drooped wetly from my sheath, he moved back and rose, leaving me feeling momentarily relieved, but there's no rest for the wicked and the truth of that saying struck me as Caspar pushed my knees apart and introduced his organ to my poor pussy. It was as big as his colleague's, causing me to wonder whether it was standard size for Persian blokes or only wise men, filling and stretching my vagina with a delightfully intrusive sensation. He too thrust it in and out of my love sheath with maddening variations that made it impossible for me to anticipate his next movement or contribute much to our sex act. Grace cried out in what sounded like alarm and I looked over to see her kneeling over Melchior's lap, his enormous sex organ inside her pussy while Balthasar held her plump, white buttocks apart as he worked his cock into her anus. "Ooooooh dear God! Oooooh sweet Jesus!" she wimpered as both thrust their members in and out of her tight orifices with accelerating cadence until she arched her back stiffly as convulsions of ecstacy shook her time and again until she finally cooled and slumped to the floor in sensual exhaustion. I'd understood that the male of our species needed time to recuperate between sexual bouts, but this trio were indefatigable, coming back to full erection within minutes and able to produce a good amount of semen with each ejaculation. Were they superhuman? Maybe supernatural? It was all too confusing to consider deeply in that situation. Caspar withdrew his cock from my drooling cunt and sat back on the sofa to guide me to kneel astride his lap with his organ inside me. I bounced up and down on his member as he sucked and nibbled at my quivering boobs until I felt Balthasar massaging my anus with oil. He stuck his finger into my tight rosebud, then two, then three and ran them in and out to stretch the little hole before forcing his huge knob in there. It went in more easily than I would have thought, but had me gasping as he worked it fully within me with short thrusts, gradually increasing in length and frequency until both men were shagging freely. And so our evening proceeded, a round robin of sex until each of the men had used us both vaginally and anally, our entertainment clearly of no consequence to them, but not by any means an unpleasant experience. I'm still vague as to the detail of events, but when we awoke mid-morning the next day we were naked in bed together in the scissors position and joined by the dildo gift in our pussies, our lower bodies warm and tingling, thinking we'd had a strange dream until noticing the bruising on our boobs and bottoms. A look into our sitting room told us that our dream was something more than a mere delusion. * JENNY MYLOW After our next choir practice I was asked by Felicia Page to join her for coffee in her flat. I gathered the strong impression that she wanted to ask me a question in private and I suspected what it might be. Like me she was a quiet young woman who dressed conservatively, but since New Year I'd noticed a change in her demeanour in that she seemed a bit more outgoing and I saw that she'd had her belly-button pierced when she'd worn a bared midriff outfit for the first time since I'd known her. Once settled on her couch she looked at me seriously. "Did you find anything with your pixie costume for our Christmas gig?" "Like what?" I responded. "Dope," she said softly. "Yes," I told her. "And I smoked it and had the most incredible dream all night." "But was it just a dream?" "What do you mean, Feli?" "When I woke up the following morning, I found a cummy mess in the lounge room and they'd left me a replacement joint. How about you?" I nodded. "Yeah, me too." "So what happened to you?" I told her about the sexual seven dwarves and my extended gang-bang, then feeling the slight, tingling discomfort in my nether portals and having to clean up the drying residue of our debauchery. "Were you scared?" she asked. "Initially," I chuckled, "but when I realized that I was only dreaming I just let things happen. I let myself experience real sluttines to be really honest about it." "Yeah, me too, but it wasn't just a dream, was it? We really were a pair of molls who wallowed in the unrestrained sex of a gang-bang, enthusiastically joining the ravishers and actually welcoming their attentions. I truly want to do it again, as a kind of proxy sex life that I'd never contemplate in the real world." "So, you had the same experience as me then, Felicia?" I observed. "No, there were only four of them, silver-grey aliens with enormous dicks and seemingly inexhaustable stamina and semen. I'm surprised I didn't have it running from my ears with the amount they spoofed into me over several hours of sex." "So what now? Will you try it again?" "Oh, yes! I'll fortify my courage with a few drinks, smoke the joint to see what happens. Want to join me? I'd like to find out whether two people can have the same experience or hallucination or whatever it is, together." "Yeah, why not, we've got nothing th hide from each other now, have we? I feel relieved to have got that out in the open with someone else who's been through the experience, but I still want to know how much of it was imagination and if any was real, not just a practical joke with drugged dope." "Great," she grinned happily, "how about Saturday night? My place or yours?" "Better make it here. I think Jesse will be back before then." We had a snack dinner and I finally left for home around midnight. * On arrival at the flat I discovered unmistakable evidence of Jesse's return, earlier than I'd anticipated, that she'd found the half-smoked spliff in the ashtray and experienced a wild, orgiastic time after inhaling a good few tokes of canabis fumes. Her clothes were spread randomly around and the same cummy mess that resulted from my own experience was likewise splashed all about the room. She slept until mid-morning when I took her a mug of tea. "How do you feel?" I enquired. "Why do you ask?" "You look a bit shagged," I told her. "It's funny that you should use that expression," she told me sheepishly. "I had the most incredibly erotic dream after smoking the half-joint in the ashtray. It was actually more than just erotic, rather more like downright pornographic, I don't know how my mind could have dreamed up a situation of that obscene intensity. And it seems more like a memory than a dream." "I don't want to alarm you, babe," I said quietly, "but look at yourself in the mirror." She got up and looked at her naked form in her dresser mirror. "Ooooh!" she squeaked on seeing the love bites on her neck, shoulders and breasts. "And look at your bum too," I suggested. Her pallid buttocks were a mass of fingertip bruises from clutching hands and red hand prints from the vigourous slaps she'd received over the course of her debauched experience, while her silky inner thighs were bruised and chafed as well. "What does this mean," she gulped in confusion. "It means, Jess dear, that we've both had a similar experience. I thought it was just a dream too, but come and look at this." I led the way to our lounge room where, on seeing the seminal residue and scattered clothing, the penny dropped. "It was real, I was really such a slut?" she gasped. "I did it with seven dwarves?" I nodded, smiling a knowing smile. "Oh shit........shit, shit, shit!" she cried forlornly. "How could I have let myself be such a whore?" "You don't see it as a positive experience then?" "No! Oh, I don't know, what do you think?" "Felicia and I are going to give it another try next Saturday night over at her place. Want to be in it?" "Oh no! I couldn't let myself do that again. It'd be cheating, I'm engaged to Peter now." She waved her left hand to display a small, diamond, engagement band on her ring finger. However, by the end of the week she'd undergone a change of heart over another bout of indiscriminate, fantasy sex and was actually excited by the prospect of another evening of depravity. Right before we planned to leave for Felicia's place she rang to say she'd be around to collect us as it seemed that we were now going to Sara Di Stefano's house, another choir member, for the evening. Sara's parents were obviously monied as her home was a mansion. Her folks were away overseas so she had the place to herself and we'd be free to have a fun time without fear of interruption. She had a spare pixie costume for Jesse, one of the girls had been so horrified at what had transpired after smoking her dope, that she discarded the outfit to obviate its ever happening again. We didn't know whether or not the wearing of the costume was necessary to experience what might eventuate, but we chose to do so in light of a previous shared experience. Our hostess produced a bottle of excellent pinot noir which we sipped and shared her spliff. We were all talking loudly and giggling a lot to cover a degree of self-consciousness which quickly abated under the influence of our imbibing. I saw Jesse and Sara, who were sitting together on the other end of a long couch, embrace and kiss passionately, so when Fe took me in her arms it all seemed entirely natural to respond with my mouth open and tongue probing in hers. I thrilled all over when she opened my tunic to suck my nipples and I reciprocated, undressing each other fully to delight at the feel of our now naked bodies pressing together, kissing deeply, sucking tits and fingering the other's moist cunt. She withdrew from our tight embrace to kneel on the floor before me, push my thighs wide apart and apply her mouth to my tingling twat to tongue and suck my swollen clitoris and then deeply tongue-kiss my passion pouch. Sara disengaged herself from Jesse's arms and pulled Felicia away from my crotch to put her own head between my thighs as Jess went down on my erstwhile lover. We swapped about again several times and I discovered that lovemaking with another woman wasn't at all as abhorent to me as I'd imagined that it would be, in fact it felt wonderful. I suddenly felt an intimacy with these girls that was more than mere friendship and closer to romantic love. I was eating Jesse when she arched her back and pulled my face hard to her crotch as she stiffened and cried out blissfully while orgasmic thrills shook her body. "I love you, Jen," she whispered as I sat beside her and we embraced and kissed deeply. "Now I'll do it for you." She knelt before me, pushed my knees apart and applied her mouth to my pussy once more; licking and sucking and pulling at my clitoris with her lips until I too succumbed to the irresistible thrill of climax. We cuddled and kissed until my senses cooled and watched Felicia bring Sara to orgasm. "What brought all that on?" asked Sara when we got back to another drink and smoke. "I've never done that before, I've always preferred guys, but I must admit to having enjoyed that enough to want to do it again some time." Discussion revealed that none of us had ever even thought of ourselves as bisexual, let alone tried a sexual experience with another female, but all agreed that further practical exploration of the matter was in prospect for the future. Then the weird began again. One minute things were normal, or at least we perceived them to be, then quite surreal with the appearance of others. When I say appearance, it was what occurred, not entry through door or window, they were just there out of nowhere. The room became enshrouded in an ever thickening mist and I felt disorientated, again unable to discern any demarcation between being inside or out, before one of the newcomers took my hand and led me out into daylight in a forested gorge by a stream below a waterfall. Spread around a wide polished, water-worn stone ledge beside a deep pool were a number of naked people enjoying each others' bodies in the warm sun, the ratio of men to women seemed to be about even. I immediately recognized fellow choristers Julia Standen and Cynthia Gordon who'd somehow developed long, pointed ears, and were riding males of similarly pixie appearance cowgirl style and in a completely uninhibited manner. I wondered about how they could have got into my dream until I looked around to see not only my three companions of that evening had likewise metamorphosed into pixies, but many other members of our choir and of the male singers with whom we'd shared the christmas gig in costume. When I felt the sides of my head I realized that I too had taken on the same appearance; my body now slender and hard-muscled, my breasts smaller and firmer, my whole body entirely hairless and a uniformly golden tan all over. My new companion was male and he was familiar to me, but I just couldn't remember where, or even if, we'd actually met as I was feeling quite vague and a bit confused as to what was going on at that stage. Moreover, I had developed an urgent need to copulate, right then and there, so I reached to grasp the large, semi-erect appendage hanging from his lower body and felt it rise to full-bloom in my hand. He drew me down on the warm stone to recline beside him before I leant over his lean hips to take his swollen organ between my lips to gently nibble and tongue and suck it to the accompanyment of his heartfelt sighs of pleasure. Suddenly he stiffened, groaned softly and lay quivering as he gushed warm semen into my mouth and, gazing steadily into his eyes, I made a show of swallowing it. As I was about to rise, I was still on all fours, I felt a male member prodding for entrance at my exposed pussy from the rear. Being wet and receptive, it was an easy matter for him to slide his hefty cock fully inside me with no more than a gentle shove of his hips. It felt heavenly and I reached behind with one arm to grab one taut buttock to pull him hard to me to indicate what I wanted from him. His response was all I could have wished for, gripping my hips tightly and thrusting his vigourously to my bottom with a loud slapping sound in time with my gasps of pleasure. He reached beneath my heaving chest to cup my pixie breasts and then tweak and twiddle my swollen nipples to raise my level of pleasure quite considerably. I felt the first tiny tingle of climax deep within my lower body and it grew to fill my whole being until it became a starburst of pure delight. My body became rigid with orgasmic paralysis as great spasms of intense pleasure repeatedly racked me, before he drove his cock deep within my belly to deliver a hot gush of semen and collapse full weight upon me. When he eventually withdrew his soft dick from me and smiled affectionately I recognized him as the guy who'd been ridden by Julia when I'd arrived, but his face was also familiar to me from some earlier time. I just couldn't think where or when that might have been as my memory seemed to be obscured by a mist. I wandered down to the water's edge and dived into the deep, clear pool with several other women I recognized from our singing sorority. "Hi, Jenny," Sally Wainright greeted me happily. "I saw you getting your fill, so to speak." I hi-ed back, then recognized a pair of her companions as Ruth Tait and Grace Pressburg, two of the plainer janes of our choral group. Sally was her usual pretty, chirpy self, but the mostly morose and emotion-free Ruth and Grace had been transformed into lovely creatures who, although still recognizable as themselves, looked deliciously, sexually desirable and obviously enjoyed feeling that way. Like many less attractive girls in any peer group they'd sought refuge and solace in religion, but were now happy to put themselves about and enjoy the freedom to be promiscuous nymphs without the contraints of real life morality. A group of male pixies joined us in the water and, after a fair amount of not unwelcome groping and fondling. we paired off once more for more foreplay leading to coupling and most intense and satisfying climaxes. Of my five sexual partners during that period, it seemed to be a day, I had the feeling I knew three of them, but I couldn't be sure about from when or where. It struck me then that nobody had spoken, apart from Sally; laughing, giggling and the sounds of sexual exertion being all that I'd heard from my peers. Towburn College Womens' Choir They were all enjoying themselves immensely with the guys recovering their desire as rapidly as the women, striving to partner as many as they could. I was glad to see that I was not alone in enjoying the opportunity for orgiastic sexual experience with so many of my conventional and conservative contemporaries so shamelessly disporting themselves in an even more adventurous manner than I. How many times had they lit a 'magic' spliff to venture into another reality, I wondered as I dozed of in the warm sunlight. When we awoke we were just four again, lying naked on the sofa in Sara's lounge, feeling happy and fulfilled. "Wow!" said Sara. "Wasn't that a trip. Did you recognize any of those guys? I thought I knew some of them, but I just can't put my finger on where I've seen them before." We were all in the same boat over the identity of the guys we'd so recently enjoyed shagging with, but thought it would come to us in time. "How did you feel about cheating on Peter," I asked Jess. "It doesn't worry me because it didn't happen in the real world, did it?" "The lezzie bit did," Sara put in. "Yeah, if it really did, but that doesn't count," Jesse smiled wanly. "It's secret girl business that nobody talks about." * CYNTHIA GORDON The following weekend I was left alone in the flat as Julia had a long-standing wedding invitation to be a bride's maid. I considered asking one of the other choir members whether they had received a smoke in their costume, tried it and had the same sort of weird experience as us, however the potential for embarrassment was a bit high for me, so I decided upon a solo experiment at home. After showering I stretched out nude on the sofa with a glass of sherry and a big spliff, feeling slightly woozy after the first drag. I saw a picture of an idyllic rustic panorama that became more real until I found myself standing at the edge of a verdant grassy hillside and a thick, green woodland. I felt a little uncomfortable in my nakedness, but as there was nobody around I stepped into the trees and walked until I found a huge pile of masonry that was clearly the ruins of a once considerable structure. I sat on a huge, smooth slab to rest after my uphill climb when I sensed something behind me, nearly suffering a cardiac arrest on seeing the creature. His eyes slowly panned down my naked form and I felt what seemed to be a positive vibe from him. The most noticeable thing about him were the muscles, like those of a comic-book superhero, looking as if he'd been hewn from blue-grey granite. "Eeeek!" I squeaked in terror, my voice having deserted me. "Don't be frightened, little lady," his mellifluous voice boomed telepathically inside my head as his lips didn't move. "What are you doing in a dangerous place like this?" "I've come to rescue Roger. He's locked in the dungeon of the Maldolor Citadel," I told him, I'd no idea why because I had no knowledge of a Roger or a citadel. "Do you know where it is?" "You're sitting on it," he chuckled. "This is fortuitous for us both as I have a colleague who's likewise incarcerated here, but I can't get in there." He swept his huge hands downwards to indicate his gigantic humanoid person, half again as tall as me, looking to me to be a good one-hundred and fifty kilograms in weight and giving the impression of immense physical power. I couldn't see his face properly as it was hidden in an Arab-like, scarf head-dress wrapped like a hood, but his voice and manner didn't seem to be threatening. "But you can, Cynthia," he said, "and I know the way in." "How do you know my name?" "I read it in your mind, try mine." "I screwed up my face in concentration. Gar-nol, Garnol." "Very good, dear, now let's get you prepared." "How," I asked innocently. "We must join." "Join?" I gulped, his having produced his huge black penis from beneath his loincloth giving me a clue as to what was to happen next. Although we hadn't been formally introduced and I didn't have a lot of time to get to know him well, I had taken a smoke in the expectation of engaging in sex with almost any alien partner or two in a promiscuous context, so it wasn't an onerous prospect to "join" with him in my dream fantasy. His cock was only marginally larger than Santa's, which I'd accommodated without any great difficulty, so I wasn't afraid of his, but I did have mild concerns about his size and strength if he was to get overly excited during our union. Being crushed to death while he was in the throes of a blissful orgasm was a worry, but as nothing other than vigourous fornication had occurred during my initial try at immorality I felt reassured. His dick glistened with an oily liquid he'd covered it with before roughly pulling me to him to anoint my complementary orifice with a finger the size of a standard human penis. I don't know what was in that salve, but my vulva and vagina immediately thrilled and tingled pleasureably, making me ready for sexual union without further ado. While he wasn't the kind of guy I'd have chosen to be my life's partner, he had been reasonably polite in his seeking to enlist my help and not too pushy in the way he proposed our "joining", a pleasant euphemism for sexual intercourse. I knelt on all fours to expose my vulva to him as he leaned forward to push his huge, black knob to my pleasure portal. The touch again caused electric thrills which then spread throughout my whole being as his great, dark schlong slid slowly inside me. It made me feel more than just alive, I was superhuman, afraid of nothing, taking great strength from him as we fucked, slowly at first, then in a ferocious lather of lust. I had the strange thought about what his girlfriend might look like, then sniggered inwardly as I realized that, for the moment at least, it was me. He held my waist to pull my cunt hard on to his sex organ, huge forefingers touching under my belly-button and thumbs almost together over my spine. I was entirely in his power, both physically and psycologically, but I just didn't care about my well-being as I felt strangely safe with that huge being while wanting to please him. It was as if he was imparting some kind of energy to me through our joined parts and giving me both physical strength and courage. His hard thighs and abdomen pounded hard upon my flexing buttocks in a rapturous rhythm of pure, sensual pleasure until eventually he came, a great gush of heat deep within my belly, making me stiffen blissfully as I warmly shuddered repeatedly with profound delight. When I cooled and gathered my senses again, he carried me to a steaming mineral spring where I bathed to refresh myself. As I dried myself in the scented breeze wafting through the trees, he held up one hand, palm to me, where I saw my reflected image in what seemed to be a holograph of some kind. "Is that me," I thought doubtfully, the figure being mine, but my face had become somewhat feline with almond-shaped eyes and my ears had become tall and pointed, while my boobs were bigger with up-tilted nipples and I had a hard-muscled abdomen. My hair was magically up in a fashion that would have required hours at the hairdresser, a wrought gold head band, gold anklets, arm bands and a waist chain completed the decoration about my nude form. Then I saw my companion grow hugely before comprehending that it was me that had shrunk to being able to sit in the palm of his hand with none of me overlapping. He placed me gently at an adit formed by jumbled masonry and I slowly negotiated my way through the narrow passage to a dark corridor where I found I could see as if I was wearing night vision glasses. I saw a dim light ahead and found that the tunnel opened into a dungeon room of rough-hewn masonry lit by burning torches. There were a number of cells with metal barred doors, two of which contained those I sought, a very handsome, muscular young man and an even more muscled, but seriously ugly giant with olive-green skin. "Roger?" I enquired. Like me, he had pointy elfin ears and his face was strangely familiar, but I couldn't think of a time or place I might have made his acquaintance. "Ah, Cynthia," he chuckled. "Yes, it is I." He was naked and, I noticed, really hung and I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to engage in sexual congress with him. I sat on a stone bench against the wall between the cells, opened my legs to display my hairless pussy and leaned back to diddle my clitty, then stood to pose in a manner that gave him a full view of my willing cunt from every angle. "I could see better if you were closer," he grinned. I sashayed over to him and put my hand to his slowly rising cock, making it harden fully in readiness for intromission. I bent to kiss it, the knob was too big for my mouth, before he swung me around to quickly and expertly slide it into my hungry twat from behind. Ooooh, dear God! It felt almost too wonderful to bear, but I reciprocated as far as I was able with his lusty pelvic thrusts, despite his holding my arms to pull me tightly against the bars of his prison. He seemed in a hurry to make me come and released my arms to hold my upper body with one arn while reaching down to diddle my clitoris, thrusting his great tool manfully in and out of my drooling vagina. It did the trick and, as he rammed it deep within me to gush warm semen, I stiffened and enjoyed the glorious hot spasms of ecstacy racking my body. He suddenly withdrew his cock leaving me with a momentary feeling of deprivation before I turned to discover he'd become invisible. "Down here," he called telepathically. "Carefull where you put your feet." I looked down to find he'd shrunk to a tiny being who was stepping through the bars to freedom. "Now you have to look after Gronk," he told me, indicating the massive alien creature in the other cell. I looked at him and his sad, pleading eyes melted my heart. It was no hardship to back up to the bars and take his equally huge male appendage inside me, he was aroused from watching Roger and I in action, and to use my body as his means of escape. I supose I enjoyed it as my reward for my good deed to him and he quickly came. It took me a few moments to regather my senses as I realized that I'd shrunk to their minute size, then led them back along the passage towards freedom. My footprints in luminous green, ever smaller as we proceeded, were only visible to me as they had no night vision. We found the chink of daylight that indicated the egress and we clambered outside to freedom. 'Now I guess we have to "join" again to regain our proper size?" I asked, more than a little hopefully. "No," replied Roger. "Holding hands will do it." "But inside......" "I thought that's what you wanted. I wasn't about to deny a lady her desires and I hadn't had any nooky for a while." I blushed with embarrassment at recalling my shamelessness, but didn't feel too badly about it all. I'd done something spontaneously without thinking of all the reasons why I shouldn't, even if it wasn't in the real world. At least I'd really enjoyed and let myself go for the short period of our union. Garnol reappeared and embraced Gronk in greeting with a lot of male back-slapping. "Thankyou, little lady," he told me sincerely and they set off for who knows where. Roger led me through the forest to the top of a rise that fell away to a small lake below. "You'll find friends down there," he said, hugging me. "Thanks for getting me out of there and I really did enjoy our fuck." With that he was gone back through the greenery and I made my way carefully downhill to the water where I found Marie Lomand and Cecilia Mountjoy as familiar faces among several elves sunning themselves nude beside the water. I wanted to know more, but kept my questions to myself for the time being as several males joined us in quest of accommodating pussies, keeping us busy for some time. I must have dozed off as I awoke on my sofa in the early hours with quite tender private parts. * RUTH TAIT Later in the day, after we'd cleaned-up and were feeling more or less normal again, I met our next-door neighbour Sally Wainwright also putting rubbish in the bins at the bottom of the back stairs. "So we had a good time last night then?" she grinned knowingly. "Pardon?" I blushed deeply, realizing that she'd overheard our activities during the previous evening. "Don't worry, Ruthie. I've been there too, last week." she told me with obviously happy memories of her experience. "We smoked one of the dope ciggies and got gang-banged by a kind of alien group. Boy could they shag. And their cock size and sexual endurance was amazing." "Yes," I agreed, red faced. "We were ravished by the Three Wise Men. Perhaps they were just three wise guys out to get their jollies, but it wasn't too bad an experience for us. I no longer have any reason to avoid sex. I no longer have a hymen to save for that right man I've yet to meet." "You reckon that supernatural sex deflowered you?" "No," I sniggered, telling her of waking to find the big, pink dildo embedded in my previously pure pussy. "I think I might have been without my maidenhead without knowing it." "So you'll do it again?" I nodded. "How about you?" "Yeah, Jassie and I thought we'd give it another whirl next weekend. Why don't you and Grace join us? Make a party of it to see where things lead. Could be fun." As she was leaving she noticed a leather, trunk-like box which our supernatural visitors had left as a gift along with the sex toys we'd already looked at. "Dunno," said Grace. "With the other stuff they brought we weren't sure about opening it. What if it's something like Pandora's box?" "Oh that's just a myth," she laughed dismissively. "Let's have a look." She placed it on the coffee table and unbuckled the straps, then carefully lifted the contents, a chest shaped, leather device, from within. Unfastening one end revealed a power cable and an ornate, draw-string bag filled with elongated, penis shaped, silicone gel items. "It's a sybian machine," Sally told us. "You know, a sex toy. Bring it over on Friday night, it'll be fun to try." She clearly had things to do, people to meet, rushing off with a wave goodbye. * On Friday evening we went to Sally's flat to find Jasmine already there dressed, like all of us in the pixie uniform provided for the kids' concert gig. We were all blushing a little uncomfortably at the knowledge of what we'd already done and what we intended to do that evening. Having been so pure and decent until recent events caused us to reconsider our moral views, the anticipation of another promiscuous orgy was both exciting and frightening because none of us had any idea as to what to expect. We had a drink of white wine to loosen things up, lit up a magic joint, then set about rigging the sybian for use. Sal put on the saddle like piece and then a dick shaped addition with a smooth top and a shaft encircled with lines of small protuberances, narrowing from the knob down. When plugged in and switched on she manipulated the manual control until we could hear it buzzing quite loudly and actually see the vibration as the outline blurred, each of us grasping it in turn to feel its action. Not only did it vibrate, but it rotated from the base and the raised portion to the front and rear of the dildo vibrated to provide clitoral stimulation. "Oooh, gawd!" as Grace had earlier sworn, I couldn't imagine how that might feel inside me and I wasn't too keen to find out, however we drew lots to determine our order of use. I won, although I felt as if I'd lost and, after a couple more drags on the communal spliff and alcoholic fortification, I lubricated my vulvar cleft and the penile accessory and knelt astride the machine. Putting the tip to my vaginal opening, I lowered my hips to take it inside me, lifting and lowering my body until it was fully within. "OK, Ruthie?" enquired Sal. I nodded weakly, although it did feel very pleasing. "OK, now I'll turn it on a little bit," she told me as she turned the control knob, "with only vibrator." It felt gorgeous, not just at my clit, but somewhere right up inside me and not quite as I'd felt with a cock in there. "How's that?" "Wonderful," I gurgled. The vibrations increased before she introduced rotation and I was transported with delight, the sensation of physical bliss pervading every cell of my body until my senses exploded in orgasm. My pleasure was so intense that I let myself fall sideways to the quilt we'd spread under the sybian, to stop the surfeit of ecstacy I'd experienced. "Oooooh, fuck!" I cried, using that profanity for the first time in my life. Sally conscientiously cleaned the machine and accessory with antiseptic before Jas threw her leg over and engulfed the vibrator in her slippery love pouch. She lasted about three minutes, the same as me. Then it was Sally's turn, followed by Grace, before we compared notes and decided that it was a great adjunct to sex, but didn't necessarily replace the real thing. Sal and Jas would continue to have it off with friends of both genders while Grace and I would stick to our toys for the time being. After another smoke and more wine we were wondering whether or not anything more interesting might happen that night, so we decided on more sybian riding to pass time. I mounted the machine again, much more confidently this time, riding a somewhat larger phallus than before. I shut my eyes to savour the sensation in my lower body and felt something change. On opening them again I found myself on horseback, or rather in the lap of a man riding a horse, an arabian chieftan in burnous and ornate head-dress, his face that of that famous latin lover, Ridolfo Vaselino. His cloak was open and he was naked beneath, his solid cock sliding in and out of my drooling cunt at the same cadence as the strides of his galloping horse. My arms were around his neck and my feet crossed behind him on the horse's rump as I looked rearward with my chin on his shoulder, my love juices flowing copiously as I bounced wetly astride his thighs with a rhythmic slap-slap-slapping sound. Then he stiffened as I felt his huge, warm gush of semen deep within my belly. "Ooooh Jesus!" I cried with the sudden onset of my climax, a wild, uncontrollable series of ecstatic spasms which were prolonged by the still-sliding penis in my nether parts. Eventually we cooled and he drew back on the reins as his steed slowed to a canter, a trot, a walk before halting to pant with its efforts. My mysterious lover lifted my chin with his fingertips and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue delving between my lips, then lowered me gently to the ground. The horse reared as he raised one arm in salute, then galloped off into the rising sun. I had no idea as to where I was and more than a little disconcerted at my public nakedness. The sound of a waterfall came to me through the trees and I headed that way to, hopefully, get a drink and a wash. Full noontime daylight seemed to have arrived very quickly and, as I emerged into the sun again, I found a narrow river of crystal clear water with an area of glazed rock which looked to be polished jasper with streaks of creamy quartz. At the edge of the bank I saw my reflection in the water, but I'd changed. My body looked much the same, but my eyes had become feline, my ears had become long and pointy and my skin had tanned to an attractive gold instead of my normal pallid hue. I dived into deep water and swam out before gulping down some water to slake my thirst. Where was everybody and how was I to get back to where I belonged? I looked up to see a man looking down at me, although I couldn't put my finger on where or when, he looked like someone I should know and had met in the past. The most noticeable thing about him was that he was unaffectedly naked and sporting an upwardly curved, fully erect penis. He glanced down at his horn and back at me and I understood what he was asking me without having spoken. I smiled, then emerged from the water to lie comfortably on the warm stone as several other vaguely familiar guys gathered around me. Towburn College Womens' Choir "This'll be interesting," I thought lewdly, the prospect of entertaining several horny men not causing me the concern it probably should have. I mean, I'm not that kind of girl, am I, or at least I wasn't before that. Now? I heard the words 'Ruthie Tait, moll, the bike, ready for anything, any time, any place' inside my head and I grinned inwardly, because I was, at that point. Far from caring about appearances, I felt at ease with my situation and ready to embrace whatever came next. At that point I became aware that I could telepathically 'hear' what the guys were thinking and it wasn't nearly as uncomplimentary as my own thoughts on my position, there was empathy and appreciation of my making myself available to them all. My new lover lay on his back indicating that I should adopt the cowgirl position upon his hips. I complied with alacrity to engulf his nice, big tool with my wet love sheath and began to move my hips to ride him. Another guy proffered his member to my face and, with a little difficulty due to my lack of experience in entertaining multiple partners, I made my best effort to fellate him. I felt the cock in my nether part withdrawn before another replaced it to thrust lustily for a few strokes before the first was returned to my pussy. The second guy then began probing at my rear entrance with his slippery love wand, stretching my pink rosebud to force his big knob into me, then thrusting more easily as my anus loosened to accommodate him. Being shagged manfully by three men soon had me in a delerium of pure bliss as I abandoned myself to pleasure. The fucking became almost onerous before I came following a trio of warm, seminal gushes into my various orifices. I lay back in a semi-swoon as they left me, becoming aware of the snooty Cynthia Gordon using unaccustomed, lewd language to encourage the two guys ravishing her svelte body. She looked and sounded like a complete moll, a scene I never thought to see with little-miss-prim, her nether orifices stretched around two strenuously sliding shafts, fore and aft. Other women from our choral group were now present, I wasn't aware of their arrival on the scene, as well as more males to attend to their available, sexual parts. Again I was more than a little surprised to hear and see so many of them in such shameless sexual activity as well as the language some of them used to urge their multiple partners to greater efforts in sating their desires. These were all respectable women whom I'd never known to utter any impolite phrase or word, but who'd seemed to have embraced the lexicon of the construction worker. It soon became apparent that every one of my fellow choir members had yielded to the temptation to try an illict smoke and find this imaginary elysium. It wasn't the only place we visited in our dope-befuddled dreams and it was a while before I comprehended that we'd all suffered the same delusions, then even longer to understand that they were experiences in another, parallel world or dimension. However it did lead me to feel less socially constrained and I tried more earthly pleasures in expanding my circle of friends, both male and female with whom I developed enjoyable physical relationships. And I wasn't alone in that.